Spam Poetry: #2

Tomorrow I venture into the ocean cave. Remember when we killed ten bears with nothing but our hands and a set of butterfly knives? Too often I have eaten flaming barrels of ants while screaming obscenities. It’s a good thing you have that invisible cape, or I don’t know how we’d be international spies. When should we replace our bone skeletons with those of platinum?

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